In fifteen minutes, replied the agent.
The man hurried away. Soon he was back with three silver dollars, with which he bought a ticket.
Pardon my curiosity, said the ticket seller, but how did you get that money? It isn’t a loan, for I see you have disposed of the $2 bill.
That’s all right, said the man. No, I didn’t borrow. I went to a pawnshop and soaked the bill for $1.50. Then as I started back here I met an old acquaintance, to whom I sold the pawn for $1.50. I then had $3, and he has the pawn ticket for which the $2 bill stands as security.
An aged Jersey farmer, visiting a circus for the first time, stood before the dromedary’s cage, eyes popping and mouth agape at the strange beast within. The circus proper began and the crowds left for the main show, but still the old man stood before the cage in stunned silence, appraising every detail of the misshapen legs, the cloven hoofs, the pendulous upper lip, and the curiously moulded back of the sleepy-eyed beast. Fifteen minutes passed. Then the farmer turned away and spat disgustedly.
Hell! There ain’t no such animal!
They were playing poker in a Western town. One of the players was a stranger, and was getting a nice trimming. Finally the sucker saw one of the players give himself three aces from the bottom of the pack.